-- House Foileux
|Nicknames||Dee, Lady Dee|
Given name: Gaidedee Foileux
Place of birth: Ishgard
Current residence: Gridania
Home City: Ishgard
Employment: Publicly, professional retainer and cook. Privately, active smuggler of rare goods across the Ishgardian border.
Alignment: Neutral evil
Let not the gaze deceive you.
At six fulm ten ilms, the stature of a noble and the build of a career knight, Dee is a formidable sight no matter the fineries she drapes herself in. Her age shows in the silver strands of her hair and the scattering of crow’s feet at the corners of her eyes, in the sinew of her neck and notches in her long-fingered hands.
She takes her appearance very seriously, and her face is almost always powdered to a dusky silver, her lips painted with a tar-like wax. Her clothes are expensive and impeccable, her armor shows wear and use, but is always expertly maintained.
She has few scars of note: a thick and ugly one runs across her midsection and around her waist. Repeatedly healed, thin lines litter her back and legs.
I fell into the pit of her heart.
Friendly and personable, there is always an edge to the way she talks. She can appear warm, even matronly, and often fakes senility and blames old age for the sake of gaining people’s trust.
Her outward kindness is a construct: compassion is foreign to Dee, and so is altruism. Everything she does is a means to gain something in return.
She speaks with an urgent intensity, walks with a sure-footed gait, and moves with a practiced elegance when needed. In private and in lesser company, Dee is prone to indulgent hedonism and displays of jovial cruelty. She adores romance, poetry, and the arts, often comparing her own conquests to works of popular fiction.
We are the rats in the walls.
Little is known about the Foileux house publicly, other than its service to Dzemael as retainers and cooks. They have been in service to to the High House for almost five hundred years, and traditionally helped to maintain the household by overseeing the transport of goods to and from noble residencies.
The Rat on the Foileux sigil is representative of the minor House’s guile and persistence despite the unfortunate circumstances (of deaths and poisonings and murders and burnings and--) that seem to plague the Duskwight family. It is also the symbol of their greatest achievement: smuggling, storage, and contraband of forbidden items within Ishgard’s walls.
This knowledge isn’t available to anyone outside of the high ranks of Dzemael affiliation. A long-running network of smugglers employs people of all marks and backgrounds from all corners of Eorzea. Their primary imports are liquors, rare ingredients, forbidden tomes, and art. Inwardly, the Foileux house is exactly like it’s chosen animal: deceptive, resourceful, and driven by greed.
Current head of the House is Gaidedee’s sister, Isabelle Foileux. The younger of the two, she maintains the position as the only heir-bearing sibling in line.
Most Houses tend to avoid them, or even pretend that the Foileux line does not exist -- a smuggler’s hands have a sticky reach, and no one wants to be labeled a heretic at behest of some unfortunately discovered items. Nevertheless, their services are highly sought after by those that are willing to pay the price.
So let the silver serpent slither.
Gaidedee has mysteriously appeared in Ul’dah around the time the Calamity struck and has quickly plunged herself into the party scene: by being able to provide rare and seedy items at the moment’s notice and providing jobs for poor, unfortunate souls fresh from the disaster. She has since “retired”, gaining a cushy job in the Lavender Beds as a provision retainer and cook.
Idle hands for the Fury's work.
- + She is highly trained in sword, shield, and most common arms. She appears to rarely use magic, relying instead on her technical ability and stamina.
- + She’s an excellent cook: used to a life of excess and feasts, most of her dishes are lavish and extravagant in execution.
- + She can sing and play piano, and would do so more often if her tastes in music were more refined.
- + She’s an experienced forger and scribe.
- + She can probably sell you your own mother.
- - She can’t always be armed, especially when doing business, thus making it necessary to hire outside protection.
- - She makes way, way too much food. And she always gets offended when you don’t finish her dishes.
- - Her taste in music ranges from “obscene” to “trashy”, with a rare in-between story of tragic romance.
- - Wine mom.
Poor moth, I can't help you. I can only turn on the light.
Dee is looking for goons, gals, and gents of gullible persuasion at all times. She has taken to crafting new identities for wanted criminals, hiring them on her own gil and paying off their bails (with the threat for doubling those, should they inevitably fuck up). Interested in selling your soul? Hit me up!
Dee can be currently contacted and found at Menphina's Respite (W6P2), Buscarron's (South Shroud), and Limsa Lominsa's lower decks.
Please be aware that her criminal background is not public knowledge (unless your character is a high-ranking Dzemael-affiliated Ishgardian) and her image is impeccably maintained. Any "dirt" on her would need to be gathered ICly and pre-approved by me first. I'm not opposed to criminal investigations or even character death, if the story is good enough! Unconfirmed rumors are always welcome.
If you'd like to play a member of Dee's family, have an idea regarding the Ishgardian underbelly, or wish to establish a more permanent criminal contact, hit me up!
[Feel free to add yours!]
- "I've heard if you take meat from her kitchen, you become the meat for her kitchen, if you catch my meaning." - Andromeda Dulaque